It's just those messages that filled your FS inbox with friends who love to forward them..
I've been thinking of making a thread like this so here goes:
This is the recent forwarded msg i have receiv
It's just those messages that filled your FS inbox with friends who love to forward them..
I've been thinking of making a thread like this so here goes:
This is the recent forwarded msg i have received:
[b]Title:[/b] [i]When You Divorce Me, Carry Me Out in Your Arms[/i]
[b]Content:[/b] [quote]On my wedding day, I carried my wife in my arms. The bridal car stopped
> in
> front of our one-room flat. My buddies insisted that I carry her out of
> the car in my arms. So I carried her into our home. She was then plump
> and
> shy. I was a strong and happy bridegroom.
>
> This was the scene ten years ago.
>
> The following days were as simple as a cup of pure water: we had a kid;
> I
> went into business and tried to make more money. When the assets were
> steadily increasing, the affection between us seemed to ebb. She was a
> civil servant. Every morning we left home together and got home almost
> at
> the same time. Our kid was studying in a boarding school.
>
> Our marriage life seemed to be enviably happy. But the calm life was
> more
> likely to be affected by unpredictable changes.
>
>
> Dew came into my life.
>
> It was a sunny day. I stood on a spacious balcony. Dew hugged me from
> behind. My heart once again was immersed in her
> stream of love. This was
> the apartment I bought for her.
>
> Dew said, you are the kind of man who best draws girls' eyeballs. Her
> words suddenly reminded me of my wife. When we were just married, my
> wife
> said, Men like you, once successful, will be very attractive to girls.
>
> Thinking of this, I became somewhat hesitant. I knew I had betrayed my
> wife. But I couldn't help doing so.
>
> I moved Dew's hands aside and said you go to select some furniture,
> O.K.?
> I've got something to do in the company. Obviously she was unhappy,
> because I had promised to do it together with her. At the moment, the
> idea
> of divorce became clearer in my mind although it used to be something
> impossible to me.
>
> However, I found it rather difficult to tell my wife about it. No
> matter
> how mildly I mentioned it to her, she would be deeply hurt.
>
> Honestly, she was a good wife. Every evening she was busy preparing
> dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV. The dinner was ready soon.
> Then
> we watched TV together. Or, I was lounging before the computer,
> visualizing Dew's body. This was the means of my entertainment.
>
> One day I said to her in a slightly joking way, suppose we divorce,
> what
> will you do? She stared at me for a few seconds without a word.
> Apparently
> she believed that divorce was something too far away from her. I
> couldn't
> imagine how she would react once she got to know I was serious.
>
> When my wife went to my office, Dew had just stepped
>
> out. Almost all the
> staff looked at my wife with a sympathetic eye and tried to hide
> something
> while talking to her. She seemed to have got some hint. She gently
> smiled
> at my subordinates. But I read some hurt in her eyes.
>
> Once again, Dew said to me, He Ning, divorce her, O.K.? Then we live
> together. I nodded. I knew I could not hesitate any more.
>
> When my wife served the last dish, I held her hand. I've got something
> to
> tell you, I said. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the
> hurt
> in her eyes. Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to
> let
> her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the serious
> topic
> calmly.
>
> She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly,
> why? I'm serious. I avoided her question. This so-called answer made
> her
> angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a
> man!
>
> That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she
> wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could
> hardly
> give her a satisfactory answer, because my heart had gone to Dew.
>
> With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated
> that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She
> glanced at it and then tore i[/quote]